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Mi mas oculto deseo fue siempre ser escritor y aprender varios idiomas. He llegado a defenderme bien en Ingles y chapurrear algo de Frances. El cine y la fotografia me fascinan. La música, de todo tipo, ha sido siempre mi relax. La amistad la valora mas que a nada en la vida.

jueves, 28 de septiembre de 2017

TRAVEL THROUGH WORDS





After some years of writing here I like to see what have been the changes in this blog, also I like to see what I said five years ago that it was my first experience about writing a blog.
More or less what I wrote was a lot of nonsense words or ideas, but as always when a person read some notes that were written on the past there is something to learn from them.



I said that it seems I was writing for no body just because there was not any reply or not any signs that any people could read it.
Having in mind I was writing for me only I talk something about my own life, just a diary as I have done several times before.

Also writing I said our life in a sunday was the same as a monday or other day of the week. Why?
It is easy, I don´t work out from home, so days of the month or the week are the same for me and for my wife. Frecuently I don´t know which day we are living.


Our life is simple, living in a big city like Madrid with so many sites to visit we usually don´t go out to any place, I would like but it is not possible.


My wife Cuca is sick, with a bad sickness "multiple esclerosis" and she likes to be indoors doing her life, Reading, listening to the radio, or the news and even, typing in the keyboard of her pc., so a sunday is a similar day to other day of the week.

The rutine of sundays is that a person comes home to do house chores, help me with the hard work  of a house. This person is like a friend of us now. For years she has been coming on sundays because the rest of week days are working doing other things.

These was before, it was was wrote last year, now just today everything has changed as I could say in other ocasión.
Every day is coming Isabel, the peruvian friend to help me with the chores of the house, little by little things change and this year 2013 it is different from the last of 2012.

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Being a marry man, working all my life out home, I was very bad acustomed to do nearaly nothing at home.
It was my wife, Cuca, who take care of the children and the house.
Suddenly she was ill, it seems her illness was going to pass soon, but it wasn´t so and at the end
her husband, me,  needs to start a new life as a house keeping.

Yes, this was a new life for me, taking care of my dear wife, looking for the supplies, cooking, going to shop, doing everything a girl or a woman it is supposed to do at home.

Why not men? ....A good question.

So last year and today, of course,  I understand very well what a good woman do at home, it is a difficult work that is not appreciate for us, men, who are absolutely selfish, proud of our Works  out home.

Till the moment a person start to do something different, he or she is not aware of the difficult task a house could be, and yes for me it is.

Here at home I have known something about house chores, but outside this my little world I do not know what is happening in the outdoors world.
Yes, the world of outside home, the Spain´s world, The Europa´s world, and so forth....what is happening over there?

So easy to know that I am fed up about the bad news of every day.....

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Everything if falling down since five or six years ago, and people are not aware that their world is over.

There is not work, not hopes, not any future for the momento, and thousand and thousands of young well prepared tha have to leave their countries looking for a work.
People with fourty or fifty years old that have not money, not work, not home, and so forth.......
so, I said that "Just hte same as every day" no good news at all, not justice, not hopes for our
young and so forth.

Every week now people are in the streets making noise, shouting, against nearly everything
even also they want to change the goverment, the democracy, our system of life, and so forth.
People are desperate and it is easy to manage persons who has nothing to lost.

Another kind of problems appears from this chaos, yes that is so because some of us are thinking about Spain.
Spain? does exist this country?...or it is something I was teached and now that idea is not valid?.

Why?. Because every one out  the centre of Iberia wants to be out of the Nation.
Spain? Not, it is better to be Cataluña, Comunidad Vasca, Canarias and so on........
Some months ago I could listened to news that said something about an agreement of Maroc with U.E. about fishing round its coast was finished, and that would be affected to....the fishmen/women of Spain, Andalucia and Canarias.....and I thought......Andalucia is not Spain?
Canarias is not Spain?

What kind of news are these?. I have headache already of listening news like this every day.

Well, I would like that news, subjects, and so forth should be a Little more clear as people
at the end don´t understand anything.

That´s all friends.
This was an example of the subjects I use to write some year ago.

Even now I could write more about the same ítems, but I am fed up. I prefer to look to my nice cat Gatufo and forget what is happening round me, in my country, in Europe or in the World,, in fact I could do nothing about it.

It is possible that after a year I have learn anything to talk about?. May be, I like to write that is sure.


Thanks a lot if you have enough patience to read me in this blog even once and have enough patience to read till the end of some of the subjects.

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Now what I am writing about?
A good question that I can´t reply.
Aboout?.

May be about myself?
Or about cataluña?
Poems?
Thoughts?

Well I don´t know exactly, I just write without order or sense, just
which ever thing I like to say something, but it seems that like to some
people over there.  Thanks friends.






el gatufo



HACIA LA NADA




relato.........

Salgo de mi ensimismamiento, me están llamado y no será la primera vez.

Cuca, (apodo cariñoso) me dice que van a dar un comunicado oficial en diez minutos,  han dicho que se ruega estén muy atentos y se sirvan difundir el comunicado a familiares, amigos, o vecinos, es muy importante que se tenga en cuenta.

Me temo lo peor, y confirmo mis sospechas cuando aparece el presidente flanqueado por los jefes militares y de la policía.
Se dirige a los españoles en una breve locución y nos comunica que de acuerdo con el gabinete de urgencia constituido en Bruselas, para toda la Unión Europea, a partir de mañana queda establecido "el toque de queda" para todos los territorios de la Unión.
Estará vigente desde las doce de la noche hasta las seis de la madrugada, solo las personas que deban trabajar por la noche o cumplir cometidos necesarios tendrán un pase especial para circular y deberán pedirlo hoy en sus empresas u organismos oficiales.
Se hace por el bien de todos, añade, y ante lo extraordinario de la situación, algunos de los derechos constituyentes de los ciudadanos quedan en suspenso hasta que tengamos pleno control de lo que está sucediendo.

El anuncio va crear el pánico que aún no estaba desatado. Mis proyectos de surtirme de lo más necesario para sobrevivir se hacen más difíciles. Hoy mismo tengo que salir si quiero traer algo de lo necesario. 

Salgo ya, le digo a Cuca y Gloria, voy a comprar algunas cosas antes de que se acaben.
Agarro mis tarjetas del banco, un puñado de billetes, mi bandolera, ¿y un arma, pienso?. No de momento, no seas exagerado, además que arma, ¿un cuchillo?
No tienes otra cosa y eres incapaz de usarlo. 
¿Te has vuelto ya loco?. 
Desisto, y salgo rápido sin esperar el ascensor que siempre se demora o me puede dejar atrapado.

La gente está saliendo de sus casas, quieren acaparar lo que sea antes de que se agote, han pensado lo mismo que yo y ya nadie atenderá a razones.

No hay nadie en los cajeros de los bancos de la zona, los cajeros no suministran ningún dinero y algunos están rotos.
Tengo que apañarme con el efectivo si es que encuentro algo que comprar.

Tumultos en todos y cada uno de los supermercados controlados por el ejército. Ya nadie hace fila y todos desean entrar a la vez, agarrando lo que puedan y sin pagar, no hay tiempo ni empleados.
Se escuchan disparos, al aire espero, y en vista del panorama me dirijo a alguna de las farmacias que me pillan cercanas.

Dos, tres, cerradas a cal y canto. 
Por fin veo una que tiene luz y algunas personas esperan fuera.
No hay tumulto como en los supermecados, pregunto y me dicen que si, despachan incluso sin receta.

Cuando estoy frente al mostrador pido todo lo que se me ocurre, el joven que me atiende me dice que solo un envase de cada medicamento por persona. No más, sea usted solidario, me comenta.
O.K., joven, pero es un tratamiento crónico continuado. 
Necesito al menos dos o tres cajas de "fluoxetina", y también de anti inflamatorios, le digo que mi esposa padece "esclerosis múltiple", está bien señor, pero no abuse.
Me da tres envases de fluoxetina, dos de los anti inflamatorios, alcohol, agua oxigenada, vendas, dos o tres de  analgésicos, y nada más, es suficiente
comenta.
Pago lo que me pide sin pensarlo y salgo rápido no sea que se arrepienta. 
Se ha corrido la voz y empiezan a aglomerarse un gran número de personas en la puerta.
Menos mal, pienso, he llegado a tiempo gracias a Dios.

Ahora a buscar una ferretería o una tienda de todo a un euro. 
Estás últimas están en manos de la comunidad China. Confío en que alguna esté abierta y queden existencias.

Voy peregrinando de una tienda a otra, todas están sin existencias y algunas incluso saqueadas, hago memoria y recuerdo una pequeña situada en un pasadizo muy poco transitado.

Está abierta, e inmediatamente entro y voy rápidamente agarrando todo lo que pillo. 
No quedan demasiados artículos, pero tomo una linterna, varios envases de pilas, alguna herramienta, clavos grandes y un gran martillo, cerillas, velas, envases desechables, bolsas de basura, y en fin un gran stock de todo lo que se me ocurre según lo veo en los estantes medio vacíos ya.

Compro una gran bolsa de lona e introduzco todo lo comprado en ella.
He comprado también un hacha y un machete, no quedaban nada más que dos, sin pensarlo me apodero de ellos y los llevo colgados de mi cinturón cuando salgo de la tienda. A penas queda nada, varios compradores estaban haciendo lo que yo, llevándose todo prácticamente.

A buen paso y alerta me dirijo otra vez hacia mi casa.



gatufo

IDIOMA ESPAÑOL





El Español, el segundo idioma en el mundo sin contar el Chino, el idioma que mas número de paises utilizan para expresar sus ideas mediante palabras y frases, tiene un diccionario muy util para consultar dudas sobre el uso del lenguaje y la definición de las palabras.

Veamos lo que dice sobre:



Region

(Del lat. regio, -onis.)
1s. f. GEOGRAFÍA Territorio determinado por unas mismas condiciones físicas o humanas es una región rica en yacimientos de oro. comarca
2POLÍTICA, SOCIOLOGÍA División territorial de una nación con unas característicasgeográficas, étnicas o histórico-sociales propias.

f. Porción de territorio determinada por caracteres étnicos o circunstancias especiales declima, producción, topografía, gobierno, etc.
Estado que, según la filosofía ant., ocupaba cada uno de los cuatro elementos.
fig.Espacio que se imagina ser de mucha capacidad.
Meta a la que se llega en el estudio de una ciencia.
anat. y zool. Cada una de las partes en que se considera dividido al exterior el cuerpo de losanimales, con el fin de determinar la situación y extensión de los diferentes órganos.
biol. Cada una de las divisiones geográficas donde habitan o se dan las mismas especiesanimales o vegetales.

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Comunidad

1s. f. SOCIOLOGÍA Agrupación de personas que tienen ciertos intereses en comúncomunidad de vecinos.
2Grupo o congregación de personas que viven juntas y bajo ciertas reglas vive en unacomunidad religiosa.
3Conjunto de los vecinos de un pueblo, ciudad, provincia o estado el estado recauda losimpuestos de la comunidad.
4Circunstancia de lo que no es privativo de uno sino que pertenece a varios por igualentre ellos existe una arraigada comunidad de opiniones políticas.


1. sociología conjunto de personas que viven bajo reglas o intereses comunes comunidadde vecinos
2. grupo de personas pertenecientes a un pueblo o región comunidad indígena
3. conjunto de seres vivos con idénticas características la comunidad de los mamíferos
4. grupo de personas con características comunes la comunidad hispanohablante
5. congregación de personas que viven bajo ciertas constituciones y reglas comunidadreligiosa

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Nación

  1. f. Entidad jurídica y política formada por el conjunto de los habitantes de un país regido por el mismo gobierno


País

Del fr. pays.
1. m. Territorio constituido en Estado soberano.
2. m. Territoriocon características geográficas y culturales propiasquepuede constituir una entidad política dentro de un Estado

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Queda muy bien definido en nuestro idioma Español, no se en otros, lo que es una región, una comunidad, una nación y un país.

Conclusión:

El único pais o nación que constituye el lugar en el que habito es España.

El resto son regiones o recientemente "comunidades" que forman parte del país o la nación Española.

Mal utilizado o perversamente usado el idioma cada vez que en las noticias nos hacen "comulgar con ruedas de molino" sobre otros lugares/regiones, a los que llaman de diferentes formas.
Solo una nacion/país  España.






el gatufo





NO ENTIENDO NI COMPARTO





No entiendo al Gobierno de esta Nación, no entiendo el motivo para delegar funciones fundamentales, enseñanza, sanidad, orden público, policia, a las comunidades autónomas, no entiendo que no se tomen medidas enérgicas cuando un señor gobernante  se pasa la Justicia por el arco de triunfo y todos en su región le corean como si fuera el heroe de la película.

No entiendo tibieza, indecisión, permisividad extrema cuando ya hace no mucho se permitio algo que en su momento llamaron referendum.

De esos lodos vienen estos barros.

No entiendo que estos funcionarios públicos, mossos o como quieran llamarlos, decidan por encima de la Guardia Civil, la Policía e incluso de los jueces o la Fiscalia.
No entiendo nada de lo que está pasando en España.

Tampoco entiendo que nos pasemos meses hablando de lo mísmo, aburre, soberanamente aburre.

Corten de una vez por lo sano, cesen a quien deben, disuelvan el cuerpo entero
de mossos si se obstinan en no obedecer, hagan igual con el palamento de la comunidad rebelde o con quien sea que no acate la Ley o la Constitución.

Gobiernen coño, ya vale, tomen nota de lo que hizo el "actor" Reagan siendo recien nombrado presidente de EE.UU., cuando los controladores aereos lo 
desafiaron con una huelga que paralizaba a la Nación.
Todos a la calle si en un plazo de 48 horas no ocupaban sus puestos de trabajo y cumplió su advertencia.

11.000 funcionarios públicos, controladores aereos fueron a la calle y jamas volvieron a ser contratados.
Soluciono la papeleta de otra forma, el tráfico aereo volvió a funcionar, y el Presidente Reagan comenzó a ser respetado.

Aquí, ¿que?.

Ya veremos, de momento un "cachondeo" cansino y super aburrido, no se habla de otra cosa en las noticias.
Y va siendo hora de que nos demos cuenta de que nunca debiera haberse hecho lo que se hizo.
Enseñanza, Sanidad, Policia........Estatal
Nuca delegarla en las llamada comunidades autónomas.

Va siendo hora de meter la marcha atrás y rectificar.
Acaben de una vez de contentar al revoltoso, nuca quedará satisfecho ni saciado.



Tiene mucha gracia "convivencia" si se hace lo que yo o nosotros queremos, si no ..........no hay convivencia.

Mire No, convivencia si se respetan las leyes y si no a callar o a chirona si es preciso.
"Haz lo que yo quiero y nos llevaremos bien", parece algo similar al maltrato de algunos energúmenos mal nacidos cuando imponen su
inaguantable dictadura a quien sea, pueblo, mujeres, trabajadores, en incluso la represion o el maltrato físico.

Esa no es la ley, respete y será respetado, además la convivencia se logra acatando las leyes o haciéndolas respetar no a base de tolerancia
floja o incluso jaleando a la masa cuando por ejemplo silban el Himno Nacional, al Jefe de la Nación o queman la Bandera de España.
¿A eso le llama Vd. convivencia?. Pero que cara mas dura o desverguenza absoluta.

Eso solo tiene un nombre que todos ya sabemos.
Saquen Vds. sus conclusiones.  

el gatufo

miércoles, 27 de septiembre de 2017

MI ENFADO COMO GATO





Se va sin avisarme por lo que al día siguiente en que desapareció emiliano, yo les deje un regalo en mitad del cuarto de estar. No fué grande pero mas que suficiente para manifestar mi enfado.

Podeis imaginar el que, sencillo, no fuí a mi caja y  las deje una pequeña porción de materia orgánica, como hablo, en mitad de la habitación.

Se cabrearon mucho cuando vieron mis restos, me chillaron, y yo escapé rápido por si se le iba la mano a alguien.

Ya no lo he hecho más, con una basta, y así les manifiesto mi descontento por una ausencia absurda e incomprensible. ¿Por que se va?, no entiendo nada.


Luego, cuando vino el hablaba con todos menos conmigo, y transcurrido un rato una caricia y poco más.
Por que es quien es, mi todo, si no le mandaría otra vez a Amsterdam, a Alemania o donde fuera que haya ido.
Su lugar está aquí conmigo y con Cuca no viajando, eso dicen que ha hecho yendose fuera de la casa ahí fuera. ¿Que se le habrá perdido?.
Su sitio es este conmigo y con su vida.

El deshacia paquetes, sacaba cosas que entregaba a Cuca y a los amigos, para el gato que soy yo gatufo, nada de nada.

Harto me tienen, no obstante despues de varios días se me va pasando el enfado y es que necesito sus caricias, su voz, sus atenciones, su presencia que me alegra mi vida gatuna.




Amsterdam



Espero que tarde en marcharse de nuevo o al menos me informe por anticipado, y es que son tan tontos que piensan que los gatos no nos enteramos de casi nada, somos como un mueble que de vez en cuando se mueve, salta, corre, y duerme.
No es así, yo necesito saber con anticipación si me van a dejar solo, me hago a la idea y me lo tomo mejor.

Humanos despues de todo, que puede esperarse.




yo mismo el gatufo







A NICE TALE








from before........

Again in the academy we have two young persons, a girl called Maria Jose and a boy called Emiliano. None of them knew nothing about the other, but the shy girl started to talk with emiliano.
- He, you are a new comer she said.
Yes I am, my name is emiliano.
Mine is Maria Jose, is it your first day here?
No, I came yesterday but you were not here.
Yes, I was at home just a little sick.
Are you well now?
Yes, of course, it was something very common.
Then, the professor gives a paper to the girl and say her that her
exercise of rubbish strake in N.Y., was o.k., but he thinks she could do a better redaction next.

Emiliano look at her with a smile on his face and says; so the exercise was of yours, I liked it very much when Mr. Pelegrín read it yesterday aloud, I thought it was funny and was looking for the person who writes it, so now I have found the person, you, congratulations it is a nice very good exercise.

 - Oh, thank you emiliano, you are really kind.
No, I am not, that´s the truth M.José.
Thank you again.

Talking that way they remain for ten minutes, suddenly the boy who was out (the boyfriend of her thought emiliano) returned and the conversation was over.

What a pity, thought emiliano, what a nice beautiful girl is this one Maria Jose, I would like to talk more with her.... emiliano thoughts were very fast always, and without knowing nothing about the girl he thought she was really very nice and cheerful. 
 
What are she doing  with this boy?, what different they are, thought by himself this boy in his second day at Jorge Juan academy, and he was right without knowing anything about the girl and her boyfriend. 
They were absolutely different and soon these differences will be so evidently that their life will turn and will separate one from the other for ever.
No one of the three youngs know anything about this premise, future is always ahead our life and we know nothing about tomorrow. 
 

With this feelings and thoughts the end of the class was soon and he find himself walking beside Cuca, talking with her vividly, how has been so?, no matter, he was cheerful and happy to be at her side going up Jorge Juan street.
Till where?, it doesn´t matter to him, it was just a pleasure to be close this nice beautiful girl who was absolutely new for him.

Yes, this situation was repeated some times along February, March and even April, till a day in this last month when Maria Jose came to the class without her boyfriend Jose Luis.
This day was crucial in the life of them both, it was a day to remember always for them in future as being alone for nearly one hour inside the class they could talk for long feeling themselves ver close.
They were so confortable talking one with the other that without knowing what was happening it was clear for emiliano that he likes M.Jose and she started to think what was she doing dating with a boy with she could not talk as well as she was doing with this one?, for her emiliano was a nice boy to talk with and she feel very confortable being at his side.

There we are, Jorge Juan Institute and a new pupil sitting in a desk.
It is Emiliano on his first day of class. To him all is new, there is a long time since the last time he was sitting on a desk watching round him all the people who will be his partners, even the professor it is a new face.
He doesn´t know anybody, no that´s no true, there is a known face he knew from the mountains trips, yes Jesus, a nice boy who shared the
bed room sometimes when they go to the Hispano Club. 


That´s good, it is better to have a known face if you are a new comer that goes late, when the course has opened since a month o two ago.


Shake hands, how are you? and they sit together, that´s right.  

How long is he going to be here?, till june more or less, when first test at the Bank Office will be, if he pas the first it will be another test may be in September, close near to get his licence from the army that will be in December.

Emiliano´s mind was thinking all these subjects  while the professor was reading some writing works about a rubbish strike in New York.

A rubbish strike in New York?, funny, here in Spain strikes are forbidden by the law and it is difficult to imagine something like a rubbish strike, at least we are in winter he thinks.

Pelegrin, the professor, started to read another work and the new comer emiliano stop thinking and put some attention to the new reading.
Nice, a nice work with humor and very good written he thinks, let see who is the author.
No author, the girl who writes it has not come today, who could be? he say to him, I would like to know.

Next day Emiliano was again in the class and take a sit just behind a couple, a young boy and a very young nice girl, really nice he thinks.

He has arrived with Jesus who seems to know the boy and the girl, emiliano was sitting silence watching everything with his eyes looking at the nice girl who was also silence watching the two boys talk.

When the class was over, Jesus and the other boy, Jose Luis, left the class and the girl was alone, just the same like emiliano.

Suddenly she turn her body, relax on the wall, look at him and said:

He, you are a new comer, aren´t you?.
Yes, of course, it is my second day here.

After a while of some talk the new professor comes to the class and gives a paper to her saying it is a good work.

So, it is from you, emiliano says, it is very good, funny and very good written, I like it very much.

How do you know, says her.
Well, yesterday Pelegrín read it and I think it was the best of all.

Thank you very much, ....uhm, your name please?
Emiliano, and yours?
Maria Jose but friends call me Cuca. 

Nice to meet you Cuca, just a pleasure.


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Everything about this story started so, Cuca turning her body to the
right, relaxing her back on the wall and greeting emiliano with her
word, he, you are a new comer, aren´t you?.

Why she do such a thing?, there is not any explanation as Cuca was a shy girl that doesn´t speak with people she doesn´t know.

Why for she does such step?. 
Along years this couple has been for long thinking what happened to
her to do such a thing so odd in her way of doing.

She has done this gesture for the best, as the story of these two young

persons started just from this moment.

In Spanish could be,  He are you a new pupil?

She knows perfectly well emiliano is a new comer so the real motive for
her could be she wants to talk with this boy.

Is this a mutual crush? a Cupido´s arrow?.


It could be, but we have to wait some months to see it.


Yes, of course, some moths because Cuca is dating with Jose Luis (in fact she was engaged with him) and emiliano is a serious boy that doesn´t want to interfere in a love relation, which ever kind of relation it could be. 

That´s not the way of emiliano actions and for him, a serious person, that kind of behaviour could be not ethic. 
Silly boy after all, as in love of war there are not rules. 

Evidently, he likes the girl, very much endeed, but she was dating another boy, such a problem, but to talk with her or going out with both it is nice for him and he doesn´t think in other subject that following their talking outside the Jorge Juan Institute.


In future he could repeat these actions some times, not very frequently

as he would like to do, but it wasn´t in his will as he doesn´t know the boy or the girl enough to ask them for a walk. It was always the other boy Jesus who likes to talk with Jose Luis about futbol and emiliano has his chance when the two boy where talking ahead walking up till Cuca, yes Cuca, house.

After two months everthing will be  finished as Cuca and the boy will change their desks in the class, and emiliano has less opportunities of talking with the girl.

Having this in mind, he goes back the class and watched the couple curiously asking by himself "what have seen this incredible nice girl
in a boy like Jose Luis", it is a mistery for emiliano and he thinks that
the boy is handsome, good looking, and physical attraction was the only motive for her.
Other reasons are unthinkable for emiliano as this boy Jose Luis seems very simple minded for him, but who knows girls?. What is in the soul of a girl?, what is the choice of a girl like this one, Cuca?, only physical attraction?.

I don´t think so, were the thoughts of emiliano, it have to be something more as the girl is inteligent, nice, beautiful, well she has everything I like in a girl and it is sure I WILL BE HAPPY WITH HER FOR EVER, if she choose me and love me as I want, just a pity she is dating already.

I don´t like to suffer it is better to put some distance, was his feelings without being alert about them.

Poor boy Emiliano, he is hard inside his heart about falling in love with the first o second girl he could meet, or the hundred or thousan, that is his way of feeling. 

Difficult to find a girl who could like him specially and the one he meets
is engaged?. There is not a reason for that, so many time alone without a loving one, and now.....nothing?.

Be in you boy, don´t lament anything, you are going to the bank soon and afterward you´ll be out of Spain and could know a blonde girl in Canada that make you happy.




of course it will continue.......




el gatufo